Such a common theme.
“I heard the limbs creak.”
“The creaking limbs startled the rider.”
Outside of a book, I heard the limbs creak,
A spiny retama branch against another,
A spiny huisache branch against another.
A rare south wind pushed them,
Moved them, bent them,
And their yellow flowers danced.
Creaking, almost scratching, bumping,
Even breaking, falling. snapping ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky early March 2013
Author: Gene Novogrodsky
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!